I Love Me Enough to Let Go: My Healing Bible
Growth doesn’t come with instant gratification.
There’s no applause when I show up as my healed self, and there’s no promise that vulnerability will lead to the outcome I want.
That’s why so many people quit before they ever begin.
But not me.
Not anymore.
I’ve been becoming her—the woman I always knew I could grow into. And that required me to ask myself a hard question:
Do I have a clear picture of who she truly is?
Because when I do, every decision—every moment of honesty, courage, softness, or self-protection—moves me closer to her. When fear rises in the face of my desires, I no longer label it anxiety. I call it excitement—a sacred sign that something new is beginning.
Not everything in life is meant to last forever. Some people don’t enter my story to stay; they arrive to reveal a version of myself I forgot existed.
I’m Not That Girl Anymore
I used to stay quiet.
I used to shrink myself to be chosen.
I used to lose my voice, my identity, even pieces of my soul just to feel loved.
But that version of me is gone.
Now, I speak up.
I walk away when something isn’t right.
I practice my healed self every single day—even when it scares me.
I haven’t tested this stronger version of myself in love yet, but she shows up in every other part of my life. And when love comes, she’ll stand tall there too.
She is honest. She doesn’t lie to herself.
She whispers, “I may not know how things will turn out, but I trust who I’m becoming.”
Self-Betrayal Isn’t Welcome Here Anymore
The moment I began loving myself—flaws and all—I stopped betraying my own needs.
No more accepting less just to avoid being alone.
No more performing to be loved.
No more proving I’m worthy.
Because now I know the truth: I already am.
I deserve someone who says, “Even on your worst day, I still choose you.”
I don’t need to be rescued. I saved myself.
Now it’s about finding someone worthy of walking beside me—nothing more, nothing less.
Grieving What I Never Received
Part of my healing meant grieving my parents—not their deaths, but the fantasy of what I hoped they could be.
I had to grieve the version of “family” I deserved but never had.
I had to release Mildred and Ricky, and the hope that they would magically become the people I needed.
That grief split me open.
Because deep down, I wasn’t craving love.
I was craving value—wanting to be seen, chosen, trusted.
So when someone I cared for deeply told me, “I don’t trust you,” despite everything I gave… I broke.
It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I truly understood why it hurt so deeply.
Inside, a little girl was still waiting to be seen.
And I finally told her:
“You were never the problem. You’ve always been worthy.”
Rejection Doesn’t Break Me Anymore
Rejection is no longer a reflection of my worth—it’s a signal to release what isn’t for me.
It only hurts when we’re still searching for proof that we were enough from the beginning.
But when I approve of myself—when I stand firmly in my truth—nobody can take that away.
So now I say:
“If I’m too much or too little for what you need, you’re free to walk away.
I won’t lose myself trying to keep anyone.”
I Love Me Enough To…
This is my new mantra.
Whenever life gets heavy or hard, I start with:
“I love you enough to…”
…set a boundary.
…protect your peace.
…block the number.
…skip the family Thanksgiving.
…walk away from the hurt.
…use your voice.
…ask for reassurance.
…receive real, healthy love.
I love me enough to do what once terrified the little girl in me.
To Little TERA
You’ve survived more than most people know.
You were misunderstood, silenced, overlooked, and used.
You were lied to about your worth.
But through all of it—you still shined.
You never needed to prove anything.
And now? You don’t have to.
We made it.
We’re safe now.
And we are never going back.
Final Words
I don’t know what future relationships will bring.
I don’t know if someone will embrace the parts of me I’m still learning to embrace myself.
But I do know this:
Nothing is going to break me this time.
Not when I finally love myself enough to let go…
and enough to receive what’s real.
Because I’ve been rebuilt on a real foundation—one not made of pain, but of power.
This is what healing looks like.
This is what self-love sounds like.
And this—this is what it feels like to finally say:
“I’m proud of me.”
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